Imagine Wash taking the thinnest, most ragged blanket for himself while living at Crash Site Bravo. He isn’t being generous – he figures he can handle being cold better than he can handle listening to someone whining.
I kind of love the idea that there’s barely a kind bone in Washington’s body, and that he is driven almost purely by need. (The need of people he’s decided he can’t live without qualifies.)
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